I love the waitress.  She sees T in the van, sees what's going down with Nathan, and crumples.  No hasty call to the cops.  She's already living with the shame of not having said anything, even as she says nothing.

also, i have fond childhood memories of the face pancake deal-a-majig at IHOP.  i havent been to one since before the age of 10 and ive been dying for it recently.  if i want dennys, id probably go to some other dumb place, like tgi fridays, or ruby tuesdays, or zebra foxtrot april fools day.

Be careful what you wish for.

I shudder to think of what Nice Pete would do if he thought you were asleep.  Best to get your pantless ass out of bed and at least understand what happens so that you can explain it in therapy later.

I could completely go for chocolate chip pancakes and bacon right now.  Straight up served on a faded plastic M.A.S.K. plate from Burger King.  Short glass of milk.

Not sure how the lunch room at work would react to that, though.

I haven't been filled with simultaneous dread and hope like this since the first time I kissed my now-wife.  I love when Onstad sets a scene at night.

Little Massive Man is getting some Beef-style Worry Work biceps.

Also, at another time in this strip's history, this arc would encorporate some Little Nephew jealousy and accompanying Ray guilt and/or yelling. Amirite?

Wait, I'm still trying to read My Cat Likes 40 Hide In Boxes.

Space police about to get rolled, straight up Bear and Owl style.